Larry Stylinson Oneshots

At the end of it all

Warning this oneshot is set during the second world war and will mention death, murder, and injury from bullets and bombs. Neither of our larents die tho don't worry.

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Louis' POV

I run. As fast as I can, away from the gun shots. My team is behind me, dead on the street. They haven't caught me yet.

I am a spy for the British army, currently over enemy lines trying to gather intel on what's happening here in Paris.

We know the Germans are rounding up jews but we have no idea where we are taking them. No idea what they are doing with them.

My team was compromised, one of our allies ratted us out for freedom. They were killed too.

I can hear footsteps behind me.

I run down an alleyway, there is a hideaway that has been whispered of down these streets. No one knows if its actually there, and the Nazi's haven't bothered looking. Right now it's my only chance.

I see the little wooden door, I crouch down and push it in. It opens, dark on the other side I can't see anything. I look behind me one last time to see if I was followed, before walking in and closing the door behind me.

I expect to be completely submerged in darkness but there is a little but of light which puzzles me. There is a creaky wooden staircase and a stone hallway at the bottom of it. I see. Little but of light streaming down to the bottom of the steps. I walk down slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible.

I pull out my gun, aiming at the ground in front of me. Ready to shoot if need be. I can hear someone or something shuffling around in the room at the end of the hall.

I look into the room raising my gun. It's a Nazi soldier, he is lying down on a cot with grey sheets over it. We make eye contact. His eyes are so green. It makes me flatter for a moment. I hold the gun pointed at him, a blank expression on my face.

"Do it." He says. It surprises me. Not only that he speaks English but that he has a British accent. He looks down at his stomach, I look there too and see the blood. "It'll save you the trouble of waiting for me to die."

"I don't mind making Nazi's suffer." I whisper.

"I'm not a Nazi," He chuckles darkly. "I'm a spy who got caught." I don't move, searching his eyes to see if he is lying. "Do it." He says again.

I take a deep breath. He could be lying, but then why would he be so adamant on me shooting him. I can't stop staring into his eyes. They are so green. I lower my gun.

"I won't." I say softly.

"I'm just going to die anyways, there is no point in prolonging it."

"Did anyone see you come in?" I ask.

He frowns. "No."

"Then you won't." I drop my bag from my shoulders, pulling out my first aid kit. It only has a little in it that could help.

"I already dressed it." He says, his eyes are looking over my face. As though he is search for something. I'm not sure if he finds it or not, but he stops looking. "I ran out of supplies this morning."

"Good thing I have some." There is a small table and a stool down here. I sit on the stool in front of him, looking over his body. He's rather fit.

I have always know of my deviance. I have never acted on it before though. I won't put myself or others in harm for that.

I pull out a thing of water and some bread. I managed to grab some before I left. Before my team was caught. We didn't complete our mission. We were supposed to complete it this afternoon, I will have to inform my superiors.